The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

We exit the club, me, Niko, Andre and Apollo, walking to the vehicle a shot rings out. "Afentikó!" Someone yelled, I'm not sure who. Looking down I see a red spot blooming across my chest, collapsing to my knees the last thought I have in my head are of Layla and the babies. My world turns black.

"Mindy? What's going on? Didn't we agree that I'd have a month to change for the better? We're already on the last day!" I nodded. "It's the last day, and you did exceptionally well." A smile suddenly appeared on Jake's face, "Does that mean I can—" "No, you can't," I interrupted him, "You and I are done. Please take your stuff and get lost!" Jake was stunned. "What's with you all of a sudden?! Didn't you agree that we could get back together after I've proven my commitment to you? Why the sudden change of mind?" I looked at him and sneered. "You had to meet a client, did you? Why don't you tell me what that client's name is? I might want to talk to her."

Like this was just the beginning. And maybe it was. Not the end. But the beginning of something truer. Something earned. Something theirs.

“And it’s only the beginning.” And with that, their story—filled with love, struggle, loss, and triumph—ended on a note of peace, promise, and endless possibility. The End

And for the first time in a long time… their hearts were quiet. At last, peace had returned. And with it — a brand new beginning. THE END

“Who are you?” The man tilted his head. “I am the beginning. And soon… the end.” Then the monolith cracked. And the world began to burn again.

~ The End ~ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Not because I’m forcing them. Because something is reacting to them. To the idea of them. To what they represent. Connection. Continuation. “Define beginning,” it says. The question catches me off guard. Because it’s not a rejection. It’s a request. “A beginning is…” I hesitate. Because how do you explain something so simple— In a place where it’s never existed? “It’s when something starts,” I say. “Start implies prior absence.” “Yes.” “Absence is termination.” “No,” I counter. “Absence is just… before.”

⸻ Not final. ⸻ Not complete. ⸻ But real. ⸻ Back in the control room— no one spoke. ⸻ Because they understood. ⸻ This wasn’t the end. ⸻ This was the beginning— ⸻ of something entirely new.

She fell back onto the bed, her eyes wide open, her voice now reduced to a whisper. "Karma… will come back… to bite you…" Before she could finish, she passed away. Dad and Mom both heard Grandma's last words. They trembled uncontrollably. After all, everyone's afraid of karma.